Clean could still be the big white knight. A man so blessed with foresight forseight. . The page wants to stay white. Fixed. Lost. . Clean martial rhythm's been locked in.
Fear as friend I wish I'd never kissed;. faded hand to mouth as catalyst.. Technicolored static sender,. secondguess my love for danger.. Bold-face it with a hand of 10 by 10..
Said you were. 10 feet tall, yeah and bulletproof. 10 feet tall, yeah and bulletproof. You can live that way. But it's hard to move. It's a little maze, little true.
Stretched on this city's grid. Sometimes I feel so well hid. Pinned to this city's grid. No sign to end or begin this capillary life. This capillary life, this capillary life.